Within Thy Wounds, Hide Me

I'm continuing with looking at the Anima Christi prayer. If you want a more in-depth theological look at it, I highly recommend Micah's posts over at The Ranter's blog. Here's the full text of the prayer:

Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Suffer me not to be separated from Thee
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That with thy Saints I may praise Thee
For all eternity
Amen

Within Thy wounds, hide me.

Whenever I say this line, I immediately think of the suffering servant of Isaiah 53, by whose stripes we are healed.  This line is especially poignant when I'm upset or in pain, as then I can think of His wounds providing a safe haven.  I think also of those Saints who have experienced the stigmata, and how they were absolutely united with Jesus' suffering, and it amazes me.  I think of the grace His suffering has brought us, and how the Blood shed from those wounds is the same Blood we receive in the Eucharist, which is amazing.  It's easy to forget the reality of that at times.  The Eucharist gives us grace and strengthens us and provides a haven for us as well.